O where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
�Twere vain the ocean�s depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
�Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.
There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone.
Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love�the rest
Of immortality.
